In fact, the little affair between the eighth child and the eldest child is not exciting. It is just that the eldest child's rebellious period is relatively long, and the eighth child's love for his son is relatively short.
There is no right or wrong, there is just a lack of communication.
For example, during the twelfth lunar month of winter, the seven-year-old eldest son jumped into the sea and learned to swim.
For example, when the boss heard that Lao Ba did not kill his "love rival", he scolded Lao Ba for not being a human being.
For example, Concubine De celebrated her birthday, and Lao Ba went to suppress bandits. Not only did he not come back in time, but he also slept with two ladies from the village.
For example, the boss taught some of the younger members of his family the art of war.
For example, Lao Ba feels that his son was raised in vain.
For example, the boss thinks this dad is nothing.
For example, there are many, many, many examples: lack of communication for a long time, not seeing each other for a long time, thinking about the relationship between father and son for a long time, and feeling that the relationship between father and son is thinner than paper for a long time.
Han You felt drowsy after hearing this, and when he saw the quarrel between father and son getting more and more intense, he pulled Zhou Yan out of the palace.
Arguing may also be a way of communication between father and son.
Han You couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to understand it.
After leaving the palace, getting on the horse, leaving the city, returning to the villa, dismounting, bad news.
The Ministry of Punishments released people, but not all of them, only half of them.
Only some low-level officials were released, while Mr. Zhang Wending and some high-ranking officials were still detained in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.
It's not that the Ministry of Punishment doesn't give face, it's that Wu Dingbi, the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment, and Chen Yongzhi, the left minister of the Ministry of Punishment, really want to win over Han You.
If Zhang Wending was taken to the Yidao camp prison, entered with the front foot and came out with the back foot, once the news got out, the consequences would be disastrous. Even with Han You's current status, he would be exposed to countless open and covert attacks, and it would be impossible to prevent him.
After entering the palace, I just messed around with the affairs of the Tian family. I didn't talk about the martial arts, nor did I talk about the Honglu Temple.
It was almost midnight, and Han You was not sleepy at all, sitting in the small courtyard and thinking wildly.
He needs an opportunity, a perfect opportunity. This opportunity can make Da Zhou become the only protagonist in the martial arts performance, and become a protagonist who makes other envoys crawl on the ground and tremble.
When it was over, Sikong Zhao rubbed his eyes and walked out of the small courtyard, holding Han You's arm.
Han You shook his head: "Think of something and go to bed soon."
Sikong Zhao still held Han You's arm and said nothing.
"You go to sleep first, I will be in soon."
Sikong Zhao looked at Han You calmly and silently, as if he were mute, and pulled Han You's arm stubbornly.
Han You surrendered, smiled bitterly, stood up and walked into the house.
Sikong Zhao looked over, pushed Han You from behind, pushed him into the house, pushed him upstairs, pushed him onto the bed, hugged Han You like a sloth, and fell asleep in three seconds.
Wu Mingyue and Zhongsun Wushuang moved away to the small courtyard next to the medicine garden. Han You forced them to do so.
People come to the courtyard every day, there are conspiracies and plots every day, and there are fights and killings every day. Han You always feels a little unlucky, and it is also to let Wu Mingyue sleep peacefully.
Lying in bed, Han You always felt that he had forgotten something, and it had nothing to do with Honglu Temple, martial arts, or the palace.
But he couldn't remember it, and it wasn't until he was about to fall asleep that he remembered that he was going to hold a banquet for Zhou Xiao at night to wash away the dust.
But it didn't matter, the palace cleaned him up, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
Han You only brought it back to Zhou Yan, while Zhou Xiao and Zhou Tong were still in the palace.
At the same time, outside Jingzhi Palace, the two princes had not left the palace, and the emperor had not invaded. The three masters were sitting on the steps.
The arguments that should have been made have been finished, and everything that one wanted to say has been said.
But Zhou Ke and Zhou Xiao suddenly felt boring.
Many things, many, many things, seem to be meaningless.
With the drastic changes in their identities, the tangled, sad, and stubborn things in the past seem not to be important anymore.
Zhou Ke became the emperor. Thinking of those things in the past, he laughed it off.
Zhou Xiao became a prince, and when he thought of those things in the past, he felt a little childish.
"Now the whole world belongs to the Zhou family, and the dynasty's surname is Zhou."
Lao Ba didn't look like a father, let alone an emperor. He sat there with his nostrils pressed shut.
"My only wish is for a prosperous age. In the hands of me, Zhou Ke, I will create a prosperous age with my own hands. But a prosperous age is not so easy to create. If I can't do it, the next generation of the Zhou family will do it."
Lao Ba turned his head and looked at Zhou Tong, who was suppressing a yawn: "You can't do it. Tong'er, you have no brain. Do you know what people like you are called?"
Zhou Tong said stupidly: "Silly."
"What does silly mean?"
"I don't know, Shaoyin and the others sometimes call me that."
Lao Ba opened his mouth, feeling that it was better not to delve deeper, and then looked sideways at Zhou Xiao, who had a bruised nose and a swollen face.
"Prince, you are the most suitable. The eldest son of the emperor, the crown prince, the eldest son and the heir apparent."
Zhou Xiao was confused and didn't know how to answer the question.
"Why do you think your father is joking with you?"
"No, it's just that I feel that I should rush into the battle formation with my fine cavalry that I have trained with my own hands. Internally, I will defeat all the enemies, and externally, I will expand my territory."
Looking at Nuo Da's palace, Zhou Xiao still hasn't accepted the fact that Han You and his father want him to become the crown prince.
Lao Ba smiled, a smile that was a bit gratifying, but also a bit helpless.
Among the nine sons, only four are the most important to him. The third son is currently dead, leaving only the eldest, second and ninth sons.
What is gratifying is that the three brothers are as close as...as close as brothers. They do not doubt the brothers because they became princes, and the affection between the brothers has not changed in any way.
But what makes him helpless is that none of the three brothers has the ambition to be a prince. Even the most brainless second brother has never considered these things.
"You really don't want to be this prince?"
"I don't want to."
Zhou Xiao didn't hesitate at all, shaking his head like a rattle.
"Why?"
"I just don't want to."
"Well, even if you are willing, I feel that you are not qualified yet, so let's practice some more and complete the martial arts errand with Han You. This matter is related to the face of the country and the palace. My To save face, don’t act dishonorably.”
Zhou Xiao said oh, stood up and saluted: "I will leave first."
Zhou Tong, who looked sleepy, also stood up and saluted: "My son, please retire."
Lao Ba waved his hand, and the two princes left with their arms around each other.
Looking at the backs of the two brothers, Lao Ba sighed silently.
In fact, he had a lot to say, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't know how to say them.
They were all unimportant words, just casual chats between father and son.
The two princes disappeared into the moonlight, Wen and Wu didn't bother to pretend, and sat down next to Lao Ba.
"Your Majesty, His Highness the King of Qin seems to have no intention of competing for the heir apparent."
"It's not what it seems, it's what it is."
Lao Ba smiled bitterly: "Unexpectedly, none of my heirs, the heirs I value, have such ambitions. I don't know whether I should be lucky or sad."
Wen Wu was embarrassed to say anything. He should be neither lucky nor sad. You should study how to be a father first.
